You know how when you go to blog you try your hardest to tap into some inner creative genius and you’re like “COME TO ME CLEVER TITLE.” Well, I ate a lot of eggs this weekend was about as clever as my brain can do on a Monday. And to be fair, it’s not even clever. Just accurate.
Friday evening, my dear sweet friend Alli came to visit and we celebrated by hitting up The Keg for overpriced steaks. But unfortunately, due to the dimly lit romantic nature of that restaurant, there are no photos. But just for you, I’ll google a picture of filet mignon.
I don’t really remember what happened after The Keg because #foodcoma but I’m pretty sure it involved Friends reruns and watching our dogs fight over a rawhide bone. This is what life is like in your late twenties people.
Saturday morning I drove to Midlothian to have breakfast with these two crazies.
I’m very into the eggs lately so I ordered a giant ass omelet with all the toppings and ate the entire thing plus 2 biscuits and I’m not even a lil’ bit sorry.
Then we took photos because I won’t see this girl again until AUGUST and also thank the Lord for oversized dresses that hide my omelet shaped belly.
After breakfast, Emily and I had time to kill, so we headed over to Target where I grabbed a bunch of things on clearance (table, decorative baskets, etc.) but I forgot to take pictures so you’ll have to take my word for it.
And then I dealt with this bastard. A little background into my love/hate with this dog. Max apparently has SEVERE allergies. And we have no idea to what (and neither does the vet). We have tried literally every solution and treatment suggested by the vet and google and every well meaning friend (changed his food, tried claritin, benadryl, steroids, yucca intensive drops, essential oils, 2 kinds of medicated shampoos – WE’VE TRIED IT ALL) but he’s been so itchy lately that Friday he chewed the pad right off of his paw, and subsequently bled all over my house. I wasn’t able to get him into the vet Saturday, so I consulted Dr. Google and $75 later, I’d patched him up and pissed him off by forcing him into an inflatable cone.
Once Max was good and miserable, I turned on Netflix to watch some OITNB Season 3. But y’all, I wasn’t into it AT ALL. Like, not even a little tiny bit. I watched 2 episodes and was like, “Is this even the same show?!” Maybe I was just in the wrong frame of mind, but I was disappointed. And bored.
As was Max.
So we decided to switch to watching The Duchess for the 16th time. Because it never disappoints.
Sunday morning I lazied around with cripple dog for a bit, and then headed out to Dallas to spend Father’s Day letting my stepdad cook for me. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?? Eggs benedict with fresh tomatoes and smashed potatoes and 9 helpings of strawberry danish for dessert. I WIN BREAKFAST.
And that’s it for the weekend recapping. Too many servings of eggs and not enough servings of naps. But real, live, actual content is coming your way this week. Can you believe it?! CAN YOU?!
PS – I was only kidding you are more than free to offer dog allergy suggestions because I’m going CRAZY over here.